The Buddha said that there are eight sufferings in life:
Birth, old age, illness, death, love and separation, long-term resentment, can not be asked, can not let go.
For the Southern Song Dynasty poet Jiang Kui, the taste of "love parting" was enough for him to taste half a life.
In Jiang Kui's lyrics, a place name has been repeatedly mentioned: Hefei.
Mr. Xia Chengtao said that the reason why Jiang Fu was obsessed with Hefei was because there was a woman he loved deeply.
The story begins like this:
At about the age of 22, Jiang Kuiliu, who had a bad career, went to Hefei, Anhui Province. Here, he met a beautiful singer (or sisters) who was good at playing the koto.
Jiang Fu is not only good at writing lyrics, but also very familiar with music. The common interest made the pair of talented women see each other at first sight, and soon fell in love.
However, in this world, we are often together for a short time and a long separation.
Soon they had to separate. Because of his unsuccessful career, Jiang Kui has been living a life of pilgrimage under the fence.
In order to make a living, he had to drift around and run around.
Later, Jiang Kui traveled to and from Hefei many times, and after a brief reunion with the woman, he was separated again.
Once Pingshui meets, it will be difficult to accompany for a long time.
In the second year of Song Guangzong Shaoxi (1191 AD), Jiang Kui returned to Hefei again, but his former lover had gone away and disappeared.
They have never seen each other since.
In "Autumn Night Yin", Jiang Kui wrote sadly:
Where wei Niang is, Song Yu returns, and the two places are secretly haunted. Shake the river maple early. Tender covenant has no evidence, and the dream is long. But Yingying, tears sprinkled single clothes, tonight and night hate.
Six years later, on New Year's Eve (1197 AD), Jiang Fu lived in Hangzhou. At this time, more than twenty years have passed since Jiang Kui first met the Hefei woman.
The woman may have been married to a woman long ago, and her children and grandchildren are full of children and grandchildren, but the writer is still grumpy about the love affair that ended in her youth and does not want to forget it.
In his sleep, he saw his old lover again, his voice and smile, as vivid and beautiful as when they first saw each other.
After waking up, he could not sleep for a long time, and wrote a lingering and mournful song "Partridge Day, New Year's Eve Has a Dream":
The endless period of fertile water flowing eastward, did not fit the species at the beginning.
In the dream, he did not see Dan Qing, and in the dark he suddenly startled the mountain birds to cry.
Spring is not green, sideburns are silky, and the human world is not sad for a long time.
Who taught the years of the Red Lotus Night, the two places of chanting are known to each other.
The upper gap of words, the regrets of writing dreams.
This night, I dreamed of you again, and I dreamed of our first encounter on the banks of the water, how two feelings were, and we knew each other.
But now, we have been separated for so long, and your figure has long been nowhere to be found. I was alone, thinking that the gushing water was still flowing for a long time, and my sorrow and hatred would never end.
Knowing that you and I are at the end of the world and our own things today, why should we plant this seed of lovesickness in our hearts in the first place?
Now this seed has taken root, sprouted, and thrived in the heart, and has produced red beans that are as bright as blood, and if I want me not to think, not to think, not to read, not to remember, where else can I be?
In the dream, trance, your face is faint. Suddenly, a few birds chirped in the dark night, shattering my dreams.
The next word, write the sorrow after waking up from the dream.
It's New Year's Eve again, the spring is changing years, the spring suburbs are not yet green, and my sideburns are already as white as frost. Such a long separation has made people want to say goodbye and have no intention of mentioning it again.
However, tonight is the New Year's Eve festival, the flowers are dotted, it should be the time of family reunion and lovers' reunion, but we can only meet in dreams.
Only you and I groaned and sighed to ourselves!
The whole word, written in a low and mournful manner, makes people feel endless pity. In particular, the sentence "Spring is not green, the sideburns are silky, and the world is not sad for a long time", which is the most painful.
It is often said that time can heal all the wounds. But is it really possible?
The broken vase, no matter how complete and beautiful it looks on the outside, the inside will always be covered with wounds that cannot be repaired.
The same is true of emotions.
The deepest sorrow is often silent in the heart, and the hidden growth is long, but there is a breath that still exists, and it can never be forgotten.
"Who wants to get, a short acquaintance is followed by a long farewell for a lifetime. Thought missed, just one person. Who knows to give up, is a lifetime. ”
When we were young, we always thought that we would come to Japan for a long time, that there would always be a day to get together after a short farewell, and that everything could stop and treat each other.
But it turned out that the world was unpredictable, and the coming day was not long.
And you'll eventually understand:
No one will always be waiting in place. We are all moving forward, and we can only go forward, step by step, without looking back.
【Copyright Notice】This article is originally published by Poetry World, author: Ye Han.